This dog used to live down the street from me in Okinawa. Everyone was afraid of her, and I was a bit leery at first, but I started bringing cookies for her with me when I took my dog for a walk. I would rattle a bag or some paper, and she would come running looking for her treat. Then, when Tilki and I would make the return trip back up the hill, Mac would be waiting for me (and for the second cookie she knew I was carrying), standing up just like this at the gate.